It was the best of news, it was the worst of times.
January: For our two-year wedding anniversary, CJ and I flew in a hot air balloon over Canberra – and I began writing a steampunk novel featuring a ballooning bushranger.
February: We took a pre-emptive babymoon to Merimbula, and went horseriding for my birthday.
March: Began trying for a baby.
April: Had a chemical pregnancy (a miscarriage so early that I wasn’t even late – at the time, we thought it was a faulty test).
May: Pregnant! Woot! Immediately began eating all kinds of super-healthy food, and prepping frozen meals for first-trimester nausea. First-trimester nausea hit, and hit hard. Went to hospital twice, lost seven kilos, and didn’t eat a proper meal for two months.
June: Very sick. Began taking zofran. Gave up most of my work (all of it casual).
July: Very sick, but improving. CJ subbed in at my remaining jobs. Cats showed sympathy by throwing up around the house.
August: Sick, but able to work four hours a week. A USA agent requested the full manuscript of my novel (but later rejected it).
November: Sick. Also muscle pain and sudden intense fatigue as the January due date drew closer. A second US agent requested the full manuscript of the finished steampunk novel.
December: Sick. Didn’t give birth. Note to self: Next time you create life, use cadavers and electricity.
Coming next year: A baby! The ability to brush my teeth without risking vomit! A thrilling adventure to Hong Kong and Beijing! More surprises! Writing success at last??